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Thursday, 2 May 2013

No Thanks, I Quit Drinking (Breastmilk)

Dear readers, I apologize for being remiss here. These are hectic times, and at the end of the day I've been tired and uninspired. But for the sake of keeping on the sporadic blogging bandwagon, I present you with this, which is vaguely in line with the theme from last time.

I'll hazard a guess that the unknown artist was a monk who never saw a naked woman. Good family resemblance between mother and child, though, even though they appear to be different from different species.

Gooooo! Some painters have some serious Oedipal Complexes. Yeah, complexes, like one layered on another, layered on another, layered on a lack of ability to paint proper human proportions and instead makes children look like 45 year old phallic worms.

I think the Phallic Worms would be an excellent name for a rock band. Maybe one consisting of 45 year olds with serious complexes. I can see their first hit single now: "Hit Me (With Your Priceless Chest Vase)."